Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 532 Are you a special forces unit or a whole-life team?

I saw the armed belt coming towards me.

Huang Zhixiang shuddered with fear, and almost instinctively pushed himself up with his hands and jumped down from the top of the refrigerator.

Snap!

The gun belt whistled and hit nothing, hitting the top of the air conditioner hard.

But at the same time, Huang Zhixiang, who had just landed, had no time to rejoice before his two feet landed firmly on the ground.

"Ah~ah~"

The screams of screaming chickens were heard.

Qin Feng curled her lips and flicked it with her backhand.

The tail of the belt immediately lashed out like a rattlesnake.

With a bang, it hit Huang Zhixiang's face, and the pain made his face almost deformed.

In order to avoid Qin Feng's attack, Huang Zhixiang tiptoed and dodged several steps in a row.

But Qin Feng's belt always follows him like a shadow and whips him towards it.

In the end, Huang Zhixiang was left with no choice but to jump out of the window with Li Jiasheng.

They are trying to get away with it by shutting down the virus.

The sound disappeared, Qin Feng tilted his ears and began to look for Huang Zhixiang's whereabouts.

This game was proposed by Huang Zhixiang, and it was also his idea that brought up this bad idea. Moreover, this guy just attacked him twice.

There is still a burning pain in my back.

If he could be spared, the name Qin Feng could be written backwards.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes and he couldn't hear any sound around him. He could only rely on groping to find the other party's position.

Huang Zhixiang looked very mean, hanging on the window, sticking out his tongue and making faces at Qin Feng who was still searching for him below.

When the veterans hiding in other places saw this scene, they covered their mouths and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh out loud.

"Lululu, come and hit me, come and hit me?"

Huang Zhixiang saw Qin Feng turn around and continued to make faces with his mouth open.

Li Jiasheng, who was standing next to him, was so angry that he went up and pinched him in the armpit.

Huang Zhixiang's face turned pale with pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

He was just about to glare at Li Jiasheng fiercely when Zhao Pengfei suddenly crawled at his feet, raised his hand and pinched him hard.

"Ah~"

The screaming chicken under Huang Zhixiang's feet suddenly made a noise, scaring him so much that his face turned green.

The next second, Qin Feng turned around, waving the belt in his hand, and it fell on his butt with a crackling sound.

Originally, Huang Zhixiang wanted to get away with it by pretending to be dead and not making any sound, but Qin Feng beat him more and more vigorously.

The weapon belts fell like raindrops, without stopping for a moment.

Huang Zhixiang's eyes turned white due to the pain, and he almost looked too weak.

"God damn it, can't you just switch players?"

Huang Zhixiang couldn't bear it any longer, so he jumped out of the window and ran around in the anti-terrorism room.

The little yellow chicken under his feet also screamed as he ran.

The scene was both funny and cute.

Looking at the captain being chased by Qin Feng like a dog, many people couldn't help laughing out loud.

Then, Qin Feng hit them a few times along the way, even the deputy captain Liu Yan was hit by him.

......

At around five o'clock in the evening, the cafeteria was bustling with activity.

The soldiers in the kitchen's cooking squad were throwing their big spoons into the air.

The flame from the stove shot up like a rocket.

Delicious dishes were cooked and poured into large bowls.

Beside the counter, many people were holding kitchen knives and cutting ingredients with great effort.

It can be seen that there are a lot of meals to prepare today, and everyone is busy.

Special operations cooks are not only busy cooking, but also have to engage in high-intensity training on daily basis.

To a certain extent, their combat performance is even better than that of ordinary special forces members.

Just imagine, you have to rush back to cook while training.

On the battlefield, ordinary soldiers at most carry a backpack and a gun.

On top of this, they also have to carry pots, rice, and two barrels of soybean oil.

It’s no wonder that being a cook in a combat unit is not a job that ordinary people can do. They are all like housecleaners.

At this time, the cafeteria was decorated with lights and banners celebrating the New Year. Small red lanterns were hung under the incandescent lamps, which looked very festive.

The LCD TV in the corner was also turned on, and Liu Tianwang's "Gong Xi Fa Cai" was playing in a loop.

Whenever this song comes out, the New Year atmosphere becomes stronger.

Squad leader Zhang from the kitchen squad came to the front hall wearing an apron with sleeves.

At this moment, the kitchen helpers from each class were already distributing bowls and chopsticks, and two bottles of drinks were placed on each table.

"Captain Huang, why haven't they arrived yet?" Squad Leader Zhang scratched his head and looked around.

"Sergeant, if they are late, can we still arrange the entertainment program we prepared?" a soldier asked curiously.

"We have to do it!" Squad Leader Zhang patted him on the shoulder. "It's the only time in a year when we get busy. Shouldn't we make it a big, lively event?"

"Let's wait and see. I estimate it should be here soon... You guys in the kitchen should hurry up and put a few more dishes in the pot."

"Also, keep some of the food aside. There are many soldiers on guard tonight, and we need to make sure they can have a hot meal after they leave duty."

"Yes, monitor!"

Special forces are on standby 24 hours a day.

Even during a festival like the Spring Festival, we need to actively prepare and be ready to respond to possible crises at any time.

So strictly speaking, only a small number of people in the Lijian Special Operations Brigade can celebrate the holiday.

The vast majority still have to work diligently at their jobs.

About ten minutes later, a group of people came to the cafeteria one after another.

Squad leader Zhang immediately noticed Huang Zhixiang, who was lowering his head, covering his mouth, and walking strangely.

"Captain Huang, why are you here so late? Almost everyone else is here, and you guys are also..."

"Captain Huang, what's wrong with your face? It's so red and a little swollen..."

"Deputy Captain Liu, you guys, why do your faces all look a little..."

Squad Leader Zhang took a quick look and found that many people had bruises on their faces.

It's Chinese New Year, and you're still so cruel to yourself?

They are indeed a top special operations team!

I admire you!

Faced with the flattery of squad leader Zhang, Huang Zhixiang was too embarrassed to mention it.

I was originally planning to give Qin Feng a hard time, but I didn't expect that his ears were more sensitive than a donkey's.

This guy really seems to be cheating, how can I play him without cheating?

Of course, many people on Qin Feng's side were injured, including himself.

After all, when playing hide-and-seek with special forces, the space is limited and the probability of not getting injured is too small.

But they are in pain and happy, that's the fun of games and festivals.

"Is it time to prepare dinner?" Qin Feng asked.

"It should be almost ready, right?" Huang Zhixiang took a quick look and found that there were already quite a few people in the cafeteria.

"The captain still has things to attend to and will probably be late. Let's get started first and don't wait for him."

"Okay, no problem!" Squad Leader Zhang said with a smile, "However, before the meal starts, our kitchen staff have prepared a small warm-up show for everyone. We hope it will be approved."

"Another show?"

Qin Feng and Zhao Pengfei looked at each other, and question marks popped up in their heads again.

Are you, Lijian, a special forces unit or a real-life team?

Huang Zhixiang was not surprised at all, because every Chinese New Year, the kitchen team would organize a small show to liven up the atmosphere.

This is considered a reserved item of their sword and has been going on for many years.

"Go ahead, Squad Leader Zhang, this is all old tradition. There's no need to worry about approval or disapproval." Liu Yan covered her slightly swollen left cheek and asked, "What are we playing this time, and what are the prizes?"

"And there are prizes?"

Hearing this, the surrounding cadets became interested and were eager to try it out.

During festivals, people not only eat and drink, but also play some fun games, which are very popular in the army.

Squad leader Zhang clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to listen. "Isn't it the new year? I, Old Zhang, wish you all a prosperous and lively new year. This little game is all about that!"

After saying that, he pulled out a small package from his pocket and held it high. "Later, select twenty people to compete in eating missing teeth! The time limit is ten minutes. Whoever can eat the most wins!"

"During the process, no water or beverages are allowed. The winner will receive two cases of Yongchuang Tianya beer!"

Suddenly, the whole cafeteria was boiling with activity!

There was a fiery glow in everyone's eyes!

Obviously, they all grabbed this reward!

But when Qin Feng saw the thing in Squad Leader Zhang's hand, he looked embarrassed and couldn't help but take two steps back!

As a native of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, his resistance to chili peppers is extremely limited...